We thought that you'd be around here
Smelling of grey hair
Coat brushing rats on the ground
We hoped that you'd sell us a spaceship
We'd take a long trip to the moon
And sing a song in a vacuum
A silent song in a vacuum
Blurry waves, the light of the city
Quiet and pretty
Through smoke that hangs between us
We thought we'd stay for the blackout
Play with the fallout
Sing a song in a raincloud
A dripping song to a dead crowd